The Midfield Master

Inside a room in Chinatown, inside the western-style building exterior, the decoration of this room all reveals a strong Chinese atmosphere. There are mahogany sofas, marble dining tables, and hollow Chinese-style screens. There are even national wines such as Moutai and Wuliangye on the wine cabinet. On the tea table is a blue and white porcelain vase with a light carnation chime inserted in it. All this shows that this is a family that loves China, or in other words, this is a Chinese family.

Xia Ze and Zhang Wei looked at all the decorations in the house curiously, as if a child who had never had a Ferris wheel appeared in the playground. They did not expect that there would be such a strong Chinese-style building in a foreign country, which is really surprising.

"How is it? My house is not bad." Miss Lameizi poured a cup of tea for each of them and said with a smile.

Seeing this hot-tempered beautiful teacher showing a gentle smile at this moment, Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel a little strange. When he took the tea, he also trembled slightly, frightened that the other party would suddenly turn his face.

"The decoration of your home is very Chinese style. Do all the Chinese homes here have this kind of decoration?" Xia Ze looked around and asked curiously.

"No, only our family is like this. My dad helped me change my name to Huayan. Do you know what it means?" Teacher Lameizi looked at Xia Ze meaningfully and said with a smile.

Xia Ze glanced at Hua Yan in embarrassment, shook his head and shut up. He is good at playing football, but he doesn't know anything about guessing riddles. But Zhang Wei still looked at Hua Yan submissively, not daring to say anything.

"Let me tell you." A middle-aged man's voice came from the kitchen. A short, fat, slightly bald, smiling middle-aged man came out of the kitchen with two dishes. He greeted Xia Ze said to Zhang Wei: "Come on, let's talk while eating."

Behind the obese man, a half-aged lady who still has a charm, also came out with two dishes and a smile on her face. This is Hua Yan's father and mother. Looking at the middle-aged fat man with a smile on his face, Xia Ze was surprised how the handsome and charming Hua Tai fell in love with him when he was young, and how he gave birth to a beautiful girl like Hua Yan. This question became an unsolved mystery in Xia Ze's heart in the future.

Hua Yan's father is Hua Bin, and her mother is Xue Bingyi. The two have lived in Portugal since they were young. Under an unknown magic, Xue Bingyi married the unattractive Hua Bin and gave birth to Hua Yan. only child.

Xia Ze and Zhang Weiwang's tasty and colorful dishes smelled tempting aromas. They were already hungry, but they were almost drooling from the aroma of these home-cooked dishes.

Huayan's parents warmly invited the two to sit down for dinner. They saved their daughter, and it was rare to meet compatriots in a foreign country. Naturally, the two warmly entertained them. I have long been tired of the club-specific recipes, and now there are such authentic hometown stir-fries, and Reignwood is also from Cantonese, so they know their tastes, which makes them full of praise.

During the meal, naturally speaking of the origin of Hua Yan's name, Hua Bin said cheerfully:

"Hua geese are Chinese wild geese, but now they are flying westward, and sooner or later they have to go back."

"Oh... so it's so meaningful." The two of them suddenly realized.

"Uncle Hua, your surname is Hua, what does it have to do with Hua Yingxiong?" Zhang Wei asked naively.

"How could it be related? Yingying Hua only appears in novels." Xia Ze interrupted Zhang Wei without waiting for Hua Bin to answer.

"That's not true, our family is really the descendant of Hua Yingxiong."

"real?"

"The hero of China was in Guangdong..."

"Wait, we're just playing football, how can this be like a gangster movie?"

"Ha ha……"

...

After saving Huayan by accident, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei finally met their first friend in Portugal. Since then, they often went to Huayan's house to eat and improve their meals. Reignwood knew that Xia Ze and Zhang Wei were professional players,

So when they arrived, the dishes were relatively healthy, and the Cantonese cuisine was mainly bland, so Maritimo's team doctor didn't notice it.

Getting to know Huayan's family added a bit of color to the boring life of the two of them studying abroad in Portuguese Super League, but they still haven't found the opportunity to make their professional debut.

Maritimo's record in September has also improved. Two league matches with one win and one draw. After four rounds, one win, two draws and one loss, accumulating 5 points, ranking eighth among the 16 teams, just in the mid-range position . This is also an acceptable position for Maritimo, who ranked tenth last season. However, the arch-rivals in the same city, the national team, beat Maritimo with a record of two wins, one draw and one loss, ranking fourth, only after the top three in the Portuguese Super League, which made Maritimo fans quite unhappy.

What is even more dangerous is that in these two rounds, although Maritimo achieved a good record of one win and one tie, the price he paid was heavy. Midfielder João Ruiz was injured in the third round and needed a one-month truce; in the last round, the 22-year-old Suars, who replaced Ruiz, received a red card for a reckless foul. The next game will be suspended.

At the beginning of this week, as the Portuguese League Cup is about to start, Maritimo will face a difficult schedule of double matches in a week. This is a severe test for the already weak midfield of the team.

In the next round, they will go to Lisbon to challenge Sporting Lisbon, one of the top three in the Portuguese Super League!

On Friday's training ground, head coach Martins observed the players' training with his hands behind his back, frowning, obviously thinking about the lineup arrangement for the next game, while his gaze fell on the field and was struggling to win. On a yellow-skinned boy in a white vest.

Xia Ze was wearing a substitute vest, concentrating on the group confrontation. After one and a half months of training, he has fully adapted to the team's training confrontation rhythm, coupled with the effectiveness of special physical training, his performance in training has become better and better. After getting to know Hua Yan, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei's Portuguese also improved rapidly. Although they couldn't communicate with their teammates smoothly, they still had no problem communicating with each other on the court.

Seeing Xia Ze's earnest appearance in training, Martins saw it, nodded slightly, and wrote something in the notebook with a pen in his hand, his brows that were originally frowning were also slightly relaxed.

Half an hour later, the training was over, and Xia Ze and the other three had to stay for special physical training. Until dusk, the three of them walked into the locker room side by side, gesticulating and laughing with their hands on the way. It was only after Xia Ze and the two learned Portuguese that the correct Chinese transliteration for Tingao should be Di Keao. He is a native of Madeira Island. He has been in Maritimo since he was a child. Inferior, he is also 18 years old, but his figure is slightly thinner.

"Xia Ze, Zhang Wei, the roster for the next game is out, do you want to go and see it?" Dick said excitedly.

Xia Ze could barely understand what he said, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then fell silent. He has experienced the days when the team's roster was announced four times. After the first special expectation but lost, he knew that he had not yet met the requirements for entering the game's roster, so although he had some expectations for the next few times, he could not be selected. Still treat it with a normal heart. He knows that only by training harder can he impress the coach.

But Zhang Wei is different from Xia Ze. This guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind will be very excited every time the big list comes out. return. The advantage of being simple-minded is that several defeats did not dampen Zhang Wei's confidence, but instead made him more motivated, even more energetic than Xia Ze during training.

Seeing Xia Ze's calm expression, Zhang Wei and Di Keao knew whether Xia Ze would be with them this time, so they walked to the team's bulletin board hand in hand. Xia Ze walked towards the shower room calmly, looking for his own piece of soap.

While humming, he squeezed out shampoo and rubbed it on his hair, which was neither long nor short. After training every day, humming a ditty in the warm water seems to be able to wash away the fatigue accumulated after a day of training.

"Come in, come in! Ozawa, come in, come in!" Zhang Wei's gong-like voice suddenly came from outside the bathroom door.

"What came in? Do you think you are Liu Jianhong?" Xia Ze's heart trembled slightly when he heard Zhang Wei's voice, but he still did not forget his funny nature and joked.

"No... no, you're the one on the big list!" Zhang Wei pushed open the bathroom door, put his hands on his knees, and said out of breath.

Xia Ze was rubbing his body with soap at this time, when he suddenly heard Zhang Wei say this, he could no longer calm down, his face showed an excited look, although he tried his best to cover it up, but the blue veins in his hands still revealed his innermost feelings at this moment. excitement.

squeak……

Because of the excitement, Xia Ze's soap was squeezed out of his hand and landed right in front of Zhang Wei's eyes. Even more coincidentally, Di Keao happened to appear in front of the bathroom door at this time, and saw Xia Ze entering the hole and looking at Zhang Wei with an excited expression on his face. At this time, Zhang Wei was half-squatting, bent down, and was staring blankly at the soap on the ground.

"Sorry, you continue..." Di Keao said awkwardly when he saw this scene.

Then he backed out gently and closed the door behind him.

When the soap just landed in front of Zhang Wei, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted immediately, looking at Di Keao with a smirk on his face and retreating step by step, he could only sigh helplessly:

"Brother, this is not my soap!"